“Do you think he means the tickets? I have found that I can never talk about them with him, and I sometimes get frustrated.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. What else could it mean?”
From the Common, we walked around the city near the hotel until dinnertime, where we found a small restaurant and ate a simple meal of hamburgers and French fries. Later on, we explored a bit more before returning to the hotel.
Kristen enjoyed watching me masturbate earlier, and she asked for a repeat performance with the exception that my aim be for her open mouth; Kristen didn’t want to have to get my semen “second hand” as she put it.
Later on, I would think of Kristen’s comment as being weird. The big argument we had last Autumn was over her tasting my semen second hand—from the crotch of another girl!
I felt a bit awkward performing this time, being able to see Kristen watching me. After a few moments, I saw Kristen start touching herself through her lingerie, which got me more in the mood. Kristen knew how excited I got seeing her clad in her naughty bras and panties.
When I reached my peak, Kristen noticed and she sprawled out on the bed, her mouth open in expectation. I moved as close as I could, and my aim was true. Just about every spurt landed on her tongue or her teeth; one errant spurt hit her lips, but a quick swipe of her tongue removed all evidence of the missed shot.
Will met us for breakfast the next morning, and I told Kristen that the two of them should go without me. I didn’t feel like eating breakfast, and wanted the two of them to have some more time alone together. Kristen kissed me warmly before she left.
The two of them arrived about an hour and a half later, and Will accompanied us via the “T” to Logan Airport.
Once again, we found our flight delayed, and the airport was packed. Kristen and I got into the First Class passenger check-in line, and we made it through the throngs to our gate.
Will offered us a drink at a lounge, and both Kristen and I went in, although we only consumed soft drinks. I was now a seasoned traveler and a member of the Mile High Club. I knew that I didn’t need the liquid courage this time. The three of us chatted, and made plans to visit again for another stay near Easter, when our school was on vacation.
When we heard our flight announced, Will said good-bye. He gave Kristen a big hug and a kiss, and then offered me his hand. Instead, I surprised both him and his sister by opening my arms and pulling him into a tight hug as well.
“I’ll miss you, Will,” I said.
Will smiled, although I could see the sparkles of tears in his eyes. “Me, too. Take care of my kid sister.”
“I will make it my life’s endeavor.”
Will and Kristen smiled at my response.
“Will?” I asked.
“Yes?”
“I wish that you find the perfect person that will make your life complete.”
Both Will and Kristen looked at me strangely, and I finally jarred Kristen enough to get into the jet way with our first class tickets.
Kristen and I were a bit tired from our trip, and we decided to spend most of the time on the jet snuggling against each other.
I overheard a flight attendant—a different one than on the last flight—mention our row number and the words “five bucks” and I smiled. This was probably a bet that she’d lose. I’d already earned my wings.
When we arrived back in Chicago, Kristen pulled out an envelope and gave it to the flight attendant before we landed. I saw her open the envelope and watched her blush. Kristen told me that she also overheard the bet, and left a note of apology and five dollars to cover her bet.
On the way out of the plane, the flight attendant tried to give the money back to Kristen but my Goddess wouldn’t accept it.
November merged into December as Christmas season came upon us. I didn’t have a lot of money of my own to spend, as I spent most of the money I had on souvenirs and gifts in Boston. In addition, there were a lot more people this year on my Christmas list.
I earned some spare cash at a nearby grocery store, helping people bring packages to their cars. I also started earning my allowance again by helping out around the house, eating into the sudden windfall that Merry was reaping while I was spending all my time with my blonde Goddess.
Of course, this new work ate into the amount of quality time that I could spend with Kristen, but I explained things to her. Although Kristen told me repeatedly that she didn’t have any problems giving me any money I wanted, I knew that she understood that it meant more if I was spending my own money.
Luckily, I didn’t have to spend very much.
Deciding on a gift for my step-father was the easiest. I found an exact duplicate of the tackle box that I remembered him checking out repeatedly at the flea market in the local sporting goods store. Since it wasn’t fishing season any longer, the tackle box was on sale; I got a hefty discount that almost rivaled what the vendor at the flea market wanted for the used one.
For my mother, I selected some old photographs from her photo albums. Some of the pictures were from when she was a child; some were from the good times of her first marriage; and some were more recent. I picked out my favorites, marking the locations in the albums so I could replace them properly, and then went to a camera shop to have my favorites reprinted at various sizes, and then enlisted Patty’s artistic help in setting up a montage of all those photographs. The result was a loving look at my mother’s life that I hoped that she would enjoy.
I found out from Toby McConnell—the trumpeter that caught Patty’s fancy—that he was pretty skilled with woodwork, and we spent a Saturday in his basement at his father’s workbench fashioning a wooden heart from a four inch two by four wood “discard.” We cut it with a coping saw and then sanded it down, and used some Minwax to dye it a medium brown. A few days after the dye was dry, we then engraved it with a wood-burning tool. Over the next week, I would stop over and we would give it a new coat of shellac after the current one dried. The result was a shiny wooden heart for Merry that said “My Favorite Shortcake” on it.
Kristen and I did some mail order shopping for presents for Patty, Camille, and Wendy. I insisted on paying, but I soon found that my tastes in lingerie were expensive, most likely due to Kristen’s influence and her occasional modeling them for me. Kristen helped me find deals that were more reasonable and used her status as a “frequent customer” to eek out a few more percentage points in deals. When the items arrived, I wrapped up the three scandalous lingerie sets for the girls as a reminder of the day that we met. Inside each present was a handwritten note, “To one of my favorite lingerie store customers.”
I knew that Patrice was fond of small dogs, so I purchased her a cute little stuffed one. Kristen helped me pick out an appropriate one. In addition, I got four new “Olympic” Frisbees of varying weights for her brother, Jack.
I arranged a special present for Toby. Of all the people in the jazz band with the possible exception of Amy, Toby seemed to work the hardest. He didn’t have the natural talent that some of the other members had. In addition, he was willing to help me out in just about any way that I asked, doing some construction work for props for our jazz concert as well as helping me out with Merry’s heart. I owned a couple of trumpets, and, after explaining to my mother, I decided to give my special silver one to him as a gift.
Another special present was for Amy. I took the original piano score that I copied for Amy and gave it to Kristen, who knew what my plan was. She wrapped it and made it a present to the piano player from the two of us.